C.C.C.

I'm cool, I'm calm, I'm collected...
I be chilling
Wit the whole Crec Collective...
I'm cool, I'm calm, I'm collected...
I'm chilling
Wit the whole Crec Collective

KarimThaPeasant:
I'm contagious
When I rhyme they get wavy
I won't ever drop shit daily
Kennedy kept em waiting
I don't need yes men around me
Why do all my opps be surrounding
Made a track about mountains
Now the mad world is a mad ting
Im elated
Man you know my set lists amazing
I dont need a tech
I need a lady
Im frustrated
Flow spat so damn basic
See my words in that matrix
Tripped up bars like i'm on loose laces
I be looking adidas
You be looking k swiss
Ages
Since i've ever seen anybody like me
So i got half on a hope and half on a dream
If i ever find a girl like me
Ah ahhhh
Thats calm
Thats cool
Thats blessed
Complex ting with no stress
I got half on a hope and half on a dream
If i ever do dirt confess
Ah ahhhhh
Like text
Don't text
Doesn't matter if we end up in a bed
Got time?
Come mine
Imma have to help my girl undress
Ah ahhhh

Hook:
I'm cool, I'm calm, I'm collected...
I be chilling
Wit the whole Crec Collective
I'm cool, I'm calm, I'm collected
I be chilling
Wit the whole Crec Collective

Brudda Nay:
Rooms heaving
Manamans smoking
Tombs breathing
Manamans ghosting
Like a British Tutankhamoon
When I come in the room
You know everyone's toasting
I Got the gyaldem roasting *moans*
Not 1
Not 2
Got loads in
Judy over there wit my brare
Tiffany in my studio chair
I said it just it ain't fair
Yea yea
Throw your hands in the air
Throw em low
Throw em high
Take it easy
Then go mad
For your Brudda from the east see!
Nay from the east side
When I played kiss chase
All the gyal would arrive
That was back when I was
Six or 5
When garage used to bang
In every whip and every ride
Now I'm getting older
It's me on the map
Got the black scene
Going clap clap clap
Got the white scene going
"Listen to his raps"
Cos I spit so cold
It mek the system collapse
Uprisings in Egypt, and Libya
If you chat shit
Then we'll get rid of ya
All across Europe
Yea we still can
Gone for so long
They call you Madeline McCann
Roll you up
Rip you up
Like a backstrap
Smoke you down so smooth
From an ounce to a gram
Praise Rastafari
We don't eat ham
And If I say Wagwarn
I expect one back
Yea, yea
I expect one back
If I say wagwarn
I expect one back